【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 photo album, which records our innocent years the passage of childhood, condenses our friendship, records our happy growth, and collects our laughter and songs.　　I remember that day, I was having the last Chinese class in the classroom. It suddenly rained outside. After a while, I looked at the light rain outside through the glass window again. The rain became heavier and heavier. It changed from drizzle to downpour. It was wet everywhere outside. I was a little worried and thought: what should I do? My mother was not feeling well and rested at home. My father went to work in the pany, and I didn’t bring an umbrella. I had to pour it into a drowned chicken when I came home... After a while, “jingling bell, jingling bell...” the bell rang and school was over. I watched the students being picked up by their parents one after another. I was even more worried and stared at the pouring rain in a daze. After a while, there was only myself left in the classroom. At this time, the teacher came over and said with concern, “why haven’t you e home yet?” I hesitated and replied, “no one in my family picked me up, and I didn’t bring an umbrella... I had to wait until the rain was a little lighter...” the teacher smiled and said, “I’ll take you back!” I nodded hard.　　　　In such a heavy rain and fog, a small flower umbrella is supported by two people。 On the muddy path, my teacher and I moved forward together. That umbrella is a little small. The teacher was afraid that I might get caught in the rain, so he tilted his umbrella towards me. “Teacher, the umbrella is crooked!” “It’s all right, just don’t get wet...” the teacher said, and a warm current immediately flowed into my heart. When I got home, I saw that the teacher’s left shoulder was wet. I quickly handed the teacher a towel and said to the teacher, “thank you for taking me home.” The teacher smiled and replied, “you’re wele!” Then I made another cup of hot tea for the teacher. Unexpectedly, she slipped away and disappeared in the rain　　This is just a microcosm of campus life. With the care and consideration of teachers and the mutual assistance and friendship of students, we are like a loving family!　　Campus life is warm, happy and sweet. It adds colors to my colorless life like a palette. I love my campus life!　　Time flies like an arrow. In the twinkling of an eye, we have already graduated from primary school, stepped into the door of junior middle school and bee a middle school student. Walking through primary school and junior high school, I can’t forget the personal experience of some people and things。 In those days, there were sunshine and wind and rain. The sunshine illuminated me. The wind and rain sharpened me. I closed my eyes. The memory in my mind rushed to me like foam, and I grew a pair of wings and flew to the sacred gate in my memory.　　In autumn and September, I stood next to a tall maple tree and watched the maple leaves falling mercilessly by the wind, rotating and rotating in the wind, as if the maple leaves had already known their tragic fate, danced selflessly at the end of life and left traces of their existence in the world, and seemed to say goodbye to the mother tree that raised them. Finally, the maple leaf fell to the ground. Even though it worked hard and refused to give up, it still fell to the ground. I was sad for the maple leaf and for me at the same time. At this time, I am like a maple leaf. No matter how hard I work, the reality still makes me depressed. I stood under the tree and watched the leaves fall with the wind, not far from me.　　When my friend saw me like this, he didn’t know what to do. He just forted me in my ear: have you forgotten Pushkin’s “if life deceives you”? He told us to be strong and brave in the face of setbacks and difficulties. And Nikolay Ostrovsky’s how steel is made. Don’t you think it’s a small thing pa